sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
The kind where, as I'm giving the Zodlings their baths and tucking them into bed, I could *swear* I'd just done this five minutes ago.

This despite having spent a moderately productive and interesting day baking and wrangling said Zodlings.

Mark's IEP got rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Tom is running the conn at home and retrieving Mark from the bus for me. I'm attending the IEP as Official Parental Unit. Sarah's communicating via teleconference as she can't make it down from Denver. Fingers crossed, and prayers requested from all sides.

Still no news from Misawa. We don't expect them to decide they can cope with our Zodlings, but I'd like firm confirmation of that so we can move on to the next part of the process for finding Tom's next assignment.

Stupid serotonin tricks are behaving themselves. Stupid gastro. tricks are only mildly annoying.

I need to catch up on my reading, on my efforts to learn knitting, and on my self-appointed 'Unfuck the habitat before our as-yet-to-be-scheduled PCS gorram it all" tasks.

Right now, heading to bed, as Tom has early duty requiring awakening at three am the rest of the week. Bleah.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Like I said in my last post, I recognized at a very early age that the way Gilbert treated Anne, and the way boys who allegedly torment girls to show they 'like' them, is utter bullshit, although I had no idea back then that this was a feminist way of thinking.

Another early influence?

Oddly enough, Reader's Digest Condensed Books from the 1950's that were lurking in my maternal grandmother's basement.

No, seriously.

Specifically, Jungle Girl, by John Moore, whose title I'd forgotten for years and years, merely remembered as 'that one book about the traveling carnival girl with the pet snakes', and whose author I'd never much paid attention to at all.

I think the earliest I read it was when I was a pre-teen, but could have been earlier - I was a very precocious reader.

For some reason, I've had those old books on my mind a lot lately, and this morning I finally decided to hit Wikipedia and see if I could find the titles of the ones I liked best, so I could try getting them from the library.

I expected to have to do a lot of trawling through lengthy lists - the books in my grandparents' basement alone were numerous, Readers' Digest sold a LOT of them over the decades, and I was unsure as to which decade (or possibly decades) their collection came from.

I hit jackpot pretty fast. Right on the main Wiki page, no need to trawl through the lists (yet) was the volume containing three of the ones I remembered best.

1959, Volume 37 - Spring

The Secret Project of Sigurd O'Leary - Martin Quigley
Dear and Glorious Physician - Taylor Caldwell
Collision Course - Alvin Moscow
Jungle Girl - John Moore
Epitaph for an Enemy - George Barr

Leonora (sp?) is the daughter of two carnival sideshow performers in the UK. Her late mother did an act with snakes; after her mother's death she inherited the act, but her father remarried and sunk into alcoholism. In exchange for a percentage of the profits, he passes on 'ownership' of her act and the money derived from it to the father of a young man who also does a sideshow, boxing against any locals who care to try a few rounds, and who has an 'understanding' of sorts with Leonora. (Lee is supposed to get a little pocket money, but this never quite materializes in the condensed version; a minor plot point is made of her asking and being stalled by the boyfriend's father.)

Sounds like a semi-typical patriarchal mid-50's happy little domestic arrangement, ne?

Except the bf's parents are in a hugely abusive relationship, and growing evidence suggests the bf will treat Lee the exact same way his father treats his mother once they're married. And flagrantly cheat on her just like his father as well. Not to mention the issue of Lee's pocket money. And the increasing pressure on her to dress more skimpily to attract more business. And the pressure to feed the poor snakes a little bit less and less as time goes on, since it cuts into the profit margin. And BF's work-related cranial injury, which he's afraid to tell anyone but Lee just how bad it really is.

Her situation increasingly worsens, but she's able eventually to get out with a somewhat conveniently timed white knight customer's assistance.

I remember vividly my outrage over the dicking around with her share of the money from her act (not that I could have remotely phrased ANY sentence with the term 'dicking around' back then, LMAO), and my worry over the increasing abuse, and incomprehension at BF's infidelity but continued presumption he'd marry Lee.... and it was just one of those books that resonates, you know.

Unfortunately, Amazon seems to think it's out of print. Going to try the library website next.
sethrak: (Bouncing_Panda)
Just found out that PPLD has every book on page three of my Amazon wish list for craft/sewing books, and a good-sized chunk of page two. (Page one is primarily composed of knitting/crocheting/amigurumi books, and until I get semi-skilled on doing basic knit and crochet, I'm not going to check to see if they're available.)

Thus far, I've read some of Ursula K Leguin's oldest books in the Hainish series. I have a couple gardening books sitting upstairs to be read while doing laundry this morning. I have a classic book on feminism by Simone de Beauvoir. And a copy of Bimbos of The Death Sun, a really adorably goofy little mystery book set in late 1980's scifi/fantasy convention culture, that I first read well over ten years ago in the collection of a certain extremely ex-boyfriend; one of the few good memories I have of that time.

And I have a ton of books on my holds list that will eventually make their way to me. :D

Dentist tomorrow. :/ I'd consider chickening out, except we're required to have a DOD form filled out by my dentist as part of our out-processing for Japan/protesting the Japan assignment via EFMP process.

At least the cymbalta seems to be keeping me less abjectly terrified than I'd normally be the day before a dental appt.
sethrak: (Default)
Today's list of doom:

Make oatmeal raisin cookies to tempt my sickly Jack-jack's finicky morning appetite. (They're basically small round lumps of oatmeal with raisins... ::cough:: )

Laundry. (Possibly with Fraggle accompaniment on youtube. I realize Boober had a most unFragglish dislike of song and dance, but his passion for laundry may have overridden that...)

Judge Mathis. I've had my fill of Backyardigans for the nonce, and the boys have lovely new toys to entertain themselves with.

Figuring out where I want to hang the lovely art print Tom got me for Christmas. :D

Possible trip to the library to pick up my holds and pay my overdue fines from last summer, weather and Zodlings permitting. The latter issue may be assisted by Tom's work schedule; they're on half days for the rest of the week, and therefore I may be able to leave them with him. Depends on how sick he still is.

Cross stitch. SO close to being done with the panda project... It would be nice to start the new year with it completed.
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
Sunday night, Mark did not fall asleep until midnight. x_x

Monday morning, Tom needed to get up at 4:30 to go jogging - physical fitness test is today. x_x

Monday afternoon, Mark kept trying to fall asleep before dinner, and during dinner, and after dinner. We managed to keep him awake until his actual bedtime, as past experience has shown if allowed to go to sleep that early he'll wake up fresh and bouncy when we're trying to sleep.

He did not wake up fresh and bouncy while we were sleeping.

Instead he woke up screaming, feverish, and covered in vomit at midnight. x_x

Woke up several more times before dawn; threw up shortly after we got some children's advil down his throat around 6 am. :(

He spent most of Tuesday listless and drowsy on the couch; threw up a couple times at wide intervals; had no real appetite. :( Went to bed the usual time; protested more advil but drank it; and fell promptly asleep.

Jack, on the other hand, spent most of Tuesday afternoon bright-eyed, bouncy, and loud - until around four pm. Then he became mildly feverish, and around 4:30 he fell asleep on the couch. Would not rouse for dinner time, didn't notice when we carried him to bed, and while he sorta noticed having a fresh diaper applied, as soon as he felt his fuzzy blanket against his skin, he borrowed in and zonked out again. Did not wake until 6 this morning.

Today, Mark is mildly feverish and whiny/clingy as hell, but his appetite's back, and he's moving around mostly normally. Jack is ever so slightly feverish, but his appetite's raring to go, and so he is. Loud, bouncy, and very very goofy.

I kept them both home from school today, but they are driving me bananas. I guess we'll see if a small amount of Dr. Pepper has enough caffeine to aggravate my IBS...

I'm spending the day, when not wrangling zodlings, reading Gertie's sewing book, and plotting future projects.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Email from PPLD informing me that new books from my hold list are available. :D

(Whether or not I have the spoons to go get them with the boys in tow is another matter entirely.)

Books! Huzzah!
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
A DIY on how to turn a falling apart book's pages into something resembling oilcloth.

http://www.designsponge.com/2010/10/diy-project-brennas-book-page-fabric.html

Excellent

Jul. 9th, 2012 02:08 pm
sethrak: (Bouncing_Panda)
Snagged appointment slots for both the boys' school physicals for July 30th and August 1st. Well within the time frame needed to get them to D11 for this school year. :D The tricare rep suggested I bring along Jack's physical forms when we go to have the version for EFMP done Wednesday; I suspect Dr. Flather won't be allowed to do both at once for arcane military/government regs reasons, but it's worth a try.

Did not get an appt. for my followup regarding the pulmonologist results, but since I am getting up early tomorrow anyway to do some very very gentle exercising, I'll be awake when the appointment line opens for the day and the staff will have a fresh set of openings available in the computer.

Too tired for book squee; Mark and Jack both woke angry/unhappy/confused at a quarter to one last night, and I also got up early for gentle exercising.

On the upside, no stupid gastric tricks today. :D And this morning's stretching exercises only have the backs of my upper arms very very faintly sore, nowhere else and nothing severe.
sethrak: (Bouncing_Panda)
So.... turns out eating home-made tamales for the first time (brought in by one of his co-workers) and then going out for Chinese food a few hours later?

Not the best idea in the world. He had to come home early because of stomach troubles.

I can completely relate. :/ But it meant nerding out over books didn't happen. Probably doing a somewhat larger book nerd post Mondayish.

He got better by mid-evening, and is now off to the range for a few hours. I'm still on for seeing Brave when he gets back, provided my current very very mild tummy discomfort STAYS mild, and he's making turkey burgers for dinner. Nom nom nom.

Boys are being adorable and rambunctious as always. Mark has developed a very charming habit of saying "You okay, Super Grover?" after he trips on something. ^_^
sethrak: (Bouncing_Panda)
I'm hoping he picked Avengers over Prometheus, because I will go quietly mad if I have to wait til the blu ray release in a few months to geek out with him. ;p

My turn for the movies is tomorrow afternoon. I'm probably going to Brave unless it's sold out.

In the meantime - preheating the oven for our dinner, wrangling boys, and plotting both reading and critiquing of the new library books, of which I have read two and a half out of six since I got them Tuesday. ::nerdly gleeful bounce::
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Auntie Steph sent him a horse head on a stick, which has the capacity to make battery-operated whinnying noises, and which Mark kept trying to steal. We ended up hiding it in Jack's room. ^_^ He also got a small plushie horse and a pair of plastic horse figures from me and Tom. He adores all of them, but is particularly fond of the figures; Tom picked them out.

Cupcakes continue to be a failure. Mark was at least willing to pick up the cut chunks and press them to his lips - but not to taste them or even open his mouth. Jack completely ignored his cupcake in favor of playing with his new horsies.

I tried adding drops of food coloring to two of the cupcakes, just to play around with color. Two drops of red in one cupcake, and two drops of blue in another cupcake, stirred into the batter with a clean knife for each one. The color came out not nearly as saturated as I hoped, and while it covered the top, it didn't quite penetrate all the way out to the sides of the base, just filled the center. Steph suggested next time I should try a concentrated food color gel that's supposed to give really good saturation without the funky flavor excess amounts of regular food coloring can give. I hadn't been aware this gel existed, or that too much food coloring makes things taste odd; the last time I played around with food coloring was when I was a kid and colored Easter eggs.

Not that it matters, when my boys steadfastly refuse to EAT my efforts. ;p But it'll be fun to play with.

Had a very nasty bout of gastro. symptoms starting around dinner time Tuesday, which finally ebbed around midnight, and have spent the last two days recovering from the after effects. Sigh. At least it didn't kick in until after I got to the library with the boys to retrieve some of my holds.

Finally felt good enough this afternoon to make a short jaunt to the Citadel for window shopping. Assuming I don't have ANOTHER bout, I'm planning to go see Brave on Saturday, after Tom gets back from Dragonman and also makes sure the office doesn't need him to update the website again. He's planning to see either Prometheus or Avengers tomorrow night. I hope he picks the latter; I am dying to geek out at him over it. ^_^

Right now, he's at the store, and I'm wrangling Zodlings. Probably going to break out some of my library books while they watch Backyardigans; it is entirely too hot in the yard to let them loose.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
If I decide to pass on the trip to Denver, (which seems likely, as not only do I not entirely trust myself not to panic even on the relatively safe route I've chosen, but I have EFMP to work on and the usual round of stomach issues,) I need to figure out on what to spend the money not already apportioned to paying off JCP this payperiod.

Do I buy more books?? :;bounce, squee::

Or do I pick one of the projects I've been raring to go on from one of my sewing books, and get the supplies required?

Hmmmm.


***

The EFMP voicemail box is once again accepting messages - but no one has called me back. I double checked my own voicemail, and all it contained were a recording from Sarah explaining the same details in her email regarding cancelling today's session, and two recordings from JCP's credit card call center (which should stop for a bit, given I was required to give them at least 35 bucks but instead paid nearly half my bill Saturday). Le sigh. Going to keep calling. It's all I can do.

***

About the only Unfuck Your Habitat principle I've been able to use today was making my bed shortly after waking up. Sigh. Trying to clean a coat closet in short intervals with short breaks in between works a LOT better when the Small Boy-shaped Creatures aren't trying to steal Daddy's winter gloves or climb into the closet and sit on top of my rolled up yoga mat. :;face-palm:: This is why sections of my house GET this way to begin with. On the upside, I did shove most of the heaviest winter coats into the under-utilized closets of my library and Jack's room, and I cleaned up the top shelf.

***

Seriously looking forward to the heat breaking; the backyard becomes uninhabitable as early as ten am lately. My poor boys miss their swing set, but we won't be able to go back out til at least 4 or 5 pm. :(
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
Added bonus sleep deprivation points due to Mark audibly not going to sleep until nearly 11 pm last night, and thus making it necessary for me to stay up and keep him reasonably in line and out of the downstairs bathroom. (Why he keeps bypassing the upstairs bathroom, which is RIGHT ACROSS THE HALL from his bedroom, I do not at all grok.)

So. Recap of weekend.

Sunday had strong wind gusts and my stomach was still a trifle fragile. So instead of the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo, we went on a little road trip to the Florissant Fossil Beds to enjoy the area and obtain a free year pass for military families to National Parks, Monuments, etc. Nice easy drive, just enough walking to give a sickly domestic goddess and her offspring some exercise, but not enough to overtire me or them.

Or so I thought.

Mark started freaking out as soon as we got out of the car at the monument. No idea why. We ended up just walking the shortest of the trail loops, the one that winds around giant petrified redwood stumps, most of which are semi-protected by permanent metal awnings and semi-held-together by large metal bands. Sigh.

Jack, on the other hand, was positively angelic during the walk, despite having some lingering diaper rash from his recent bouts of nocturnal tummy troubles.

Tom got our pass, and we loaded back in the car for some exploratory driving.

Based on the tv ads, I was expecting Cripple Creek to be a decent sized tourist town, around the size of Woodland Park, with several casinos around the size of the Ho Chunk Casino in downtown Milwaukee or the one in Council Bluffs Iowa where we went for a seafood buffet the evening after Tom and I were married. Not as big as Aspen or other major skiing destinations, but certainly not as small as Piedmont MO.

Ha!

It is TINY. The main drag is very very well-maintained and has plenty of historic buildings which house little restaurants and tourist shops and such, but it is a very very tiny main drag indeed, and the town around it is tiny as well. We barely noticed the casinos.

We did not bother getting out of the car. Mark was still in freakout mode, and it simply wasn't tempting enough a walk.

We continued on the scenic mining camp loop, through the adjacent small towns that once were mining camps. Quite a few of the mines are still active; just mechanized. The air reeks. Most of the houses in the area, both modern and historic, were well away from the active mines. The road had some really nice views in those areas, but overall, not on our list of potential places to get a post-Air Force house.

***

Both boys have been in active "velociraptor testing the fences" mode lately. We've caught both boys in what appeared to be active collusion to literally test the fences, having dragged their wooden rocking horse off the porch and into a corner of the yard not viewable from any of the windows. They both were grabbing onto the rim of the fence, one foot apiece on a cross-beam of the fence, one foot dangling and trying to decide if it wanted to rest on the horse or rise to the cross-beam. :;face-palm::

Jack on several occasions has been caught on one of the corner fence posts, perched like a tiny gargoyle, feet tight under him, knees drawn up, and hands gripping the fence rim as he debated what to do next. x_x He's also taken to throwing stuff over the fence - like his and Mark's beloved straw cups. Since neither of them are cooperating with drinking from regular cups yet, this is problematic.

Mark figured out how to remove the little rubbery plastic bits that hooked onto the adhesive mounts of the fridge and freezer locks. x_x We finally found them in the freezer under a bag of chicken nuggets.

I suggested to Tom we use some of our spare cabinet locks, the kind that hook over knob handles or through bar handles, over the existing adhesive mounts, and if they wouldn't fit, drill small holes through the mounts for the loops to feed into.

He face-palmed and told me he'd thrown the extra locks out a couple weeks back when he was cleaning out the garage, because he assumed we didn't need them and they were just taking up space.

At least he hasn't taken to holding stuff over bonfires and saying "Honey, we don't need this, right?" as he throws it in, like his dad.

So I bought a new set of locks, along with some 3M adhesive hooks in case the locks didn't fit and the drilling holes plan fell through.

Tom drilled the holes, and at least as of this morning, Mark can't circumvent them. \o/

Here's hoping he doesn't turn into a tiny Tony Stark or Bruce Banner and find a way to dissolve the extremely strong adhesive... ^_^;;;;;

Mark has also been caught on numerous occasions standing on the kitchen counters and attempting to bat at Tom's collection of shotglasses from around the world, displayed on the top of the upper cabinets. We're going to get some bubble wrap and put them into storage.

Jack's been trying to use the wooden rustic-style potato bin as a climbing tool to get onto the kitchen island. He's also been using the folding chair and the riding dumptruck as climbing tools for the backyard fence. We're running out of places to relocate things.

Zodlings! ::amused fist shake::

***

I should and eventually will do some quick reviews of my recent booksquee-ing. Not today, though. I'm close to needing an extra Dr. Pepper, and the boys are demanding to be let out into the yard. I can't let them out there unsupervised anymore, given their joint fascination with fence-climbing.
sethrak: (Bouncing_Panda)
Just in time for me to get sick Saturday. x_x

But I was able to read both Not Love But Delicious Foods and Chi's Sweet Home #1 Friday evening, and the time spent Saturday afternoon in bed burrowed under rather more blankets than most sane people use on a 90 degree day enabled me to read Deadline. :D And then I finished Blackout lounging on the back porch while the boys romped around in the cooler evening air.

Yes, I am a voracious reader. :D And all four books are eminently re-readable, although Chi's Sweet Home's more of a fluffy quick read than the others.

Still faintly ill, but hoping a light breakfast, some more pepto bismol, and plenty of water will improve me enough to let us go to the Zoo on our year pass or do SOMETHING. Pretty much the only part of yesterday's plans that went the way I wished was eating crispy bacon cooked by Tom for breakfast and reading a lot. I *wanted* to go to Joann's Fabric without the boys, play with them in the house during the heat of the day, and maybe take a walk.

Book squee!

Jun. 7th, 2012 07:40 am
sethrak: (Bouncing_Panda)
My books are at the FedEx center in Denver!

Still says they won't get here til the 9th... :( We really aren't that far from Denver.

But only two more days! :D
sethrak: Lil' Mittens in a sidecar (Sidecar)
Exquisite... ::finger waggle::

Just placed an order on Amazon, for part of Tom's Father's Day present, and for myself: Deadline and Blackout by Mira Grant, Chi's Sweet Home Vol. 1 by Kanata Konami, and Not Love But Delicious Foods by Fumi Yoshinaga. (Alas, Ooku Vol. 7 isn't out til July.)

Today is a good day to be a bookaholic.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
I cobbled together an AWESOME dessert with the filling from Vegan Pie In The Sky's cherry pie recipe and the topping from their apple crisp recipe. Tom and I adored it; sadly, the finicky Zodlings did not. :p

Between Jack deciding to be audibly awake to the point of bouncing off the walls of his bedroom at ungodly hours, and Tom's need to be awake at 4 am for morning duty, this has been a terrible week for attempting to resume reduced soda consumption or at least decaffeinating myself. :p

Next week bodes no better, despite Tom's morning duty ending Friday, as we have determined to get Jack cloth underwear on payday and start potty-training in earnest. x_x

If Tom winds up going on *another* Caribbean TDY this summer, as he did last, and which is possibly in the works, I am SO going on a massive book-shopping spree of squee. ;p (This is in addition to the book-squee-spree I already intend for payday.)

Rapid fire linkspam:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/environment/9260864/Women-wont-like-working-in-Antarctica-as-there-are-no-shops-and-hairdressers.html

http://antarctic-sue.livejournal.com/

http://fuckyeahwomeninarmor.tumblr.com/

http://womenfighters.tumblr.com/

Ahahahahaaa

Apr. 5th, 2012 08:17 am
sethrak: (Evil Smirk of Evilness)
http://www.vulture.com/2012/04/fifty-shades-of-grey-the-thinking-womans-guide.html


*****

In even better news, Mark actually slept through the night, so I was able to make up some of my sleep debt from the previous day's shenanigans. \o/ May do the book--squee post this afternoon; may do cross-stitch instead.

Rats!

Apr. 4th, 2012 07:13 am
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
The original plan for today was to meet Tom at the NCO Club for lunch and then come home and write a book-squee post about the new ones I bought this weekend and have been reading voraciously.

Then Mark woke up at 2:30 am.

Yeah.

At least there was no destruction this time.

New plan. Better plan. Tom's coming home for lunch, then I am taking a Verra-bedamned NAP.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Jack developed a severe case of sour pickleness, so I made him come snuggle on my lap with a favored blankie and watch Maison Ikkoku til he fell asleep. \o/ He's now snoring on a couch.

Mark, once I laid Jack down, gave me the big pleading eyes of doom and requested a movie, so I turned off my anime and let him pick a Sesame Street dvd. He and Jack did a goodly amount of romping in the yard, and the back door's still open if he wants to take a break from Count von Count. If he attempts to fall asleep, he's only getting half an hour of naptime; I and Tom are sick unto death of having to stay up late to make sure he didn't have a massive accident in the bathroom requiring deep cleaning.

Right now I am polishing off some leftover strawberry rhubarb pie while I wait on laundry, and trying to stop myself from going overboard with ordering books to be held for me at the nearby Barnes and Noble. :D :D :D I was tempted to make Locke & Key volume two part of the list, but 20 bucks for an awfully thin book, albeit an awesome one, does not meet my cost-benefit analysis requirements. Not this payperiod; I have to replenish money I borrowed from my Margaret wedding trip fund and make my monthly addition to it as well. Instead I'm getting volume 14 of D. Grayman (finally!), volume six of Temeraire, a couple feminism books, and a couple gardening books. :D I can't pick them up until Friday, but I probably won't have time to read them until the boys are back in school next week anyway.

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